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Walker dove inside the hotel gift shop and sidled up to a gray-haired saleswoman with bejeweled reading glassed perched on her nose.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered. “I’d like to buy some condoms.”
She arched her brow and looked at him over the brim of her glasses.
He looked at her over the brim of his glasses.
“How many?”
“How many do you have?"
She made a big show out of counting the boxes out loud.
“I’ll take ‘em all.” He slapped his card on the counter.
“Absolutely not. You’re not the only one in this hotel who wants to have safe sex tonight.”
“You can’t have them all.”
She was tap dancing on his last nerve. He gritted his teeth. “Give me what you got and there’s a five in it for you.”
“Lubricated, ribbed, or plain?”
“I can handle the lubrication myself.”
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